- NameUndisclosed
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Country
Italy - Age32 years old
- GenderFemale
| A gearhead genius planted smack in the middle of Rome’s outskirts concrete jungle. Her workshop? A techno-shrine to the old world, with a dash of punk anarchy splashed across circuit boards and the scent of solder in the air like incense in a cathedral. This chick’s got more sass in her smirk than a street gonk’s got guns and a tongue laced with enough venom to fry any mainframe; yet she’s the kind of techie you call when you need a miracle wrapped in enigma and doused in attitude. Her red mane’s a fiery trail of independence with a no-bullshit shield running hot 24/7. Don’t even think about crowding her space unless you fancy a verbal beatdown—or you’re packing a cold brew or a credstick with her name on it. When she ain’t weaving magic in the wire, she’s thrashing on her bass, painting watercolor for hobby that’d sell for a premium—and indeed she gives a damn about eddies. Cynical? Sure. Especially when Flare, the meathead with more guns than grey matter, starts yapping nonsense: she could probably fix that with a chip or two, but why rob the big guy of his charm? Marlasia’s the kind of rare breed that straddles the line between old-school punk and cyber-genius. She’s a whirlwind of contradiction, a walking oxymoron in a city that’s more binary than the code she slings. Not quite an edgerunner, but always on the edge—of tech, of art, of the next big score. |  |
